The strange thing is that although this Dalmatian dog is dead, its scattered internal organs are slowly returning to its body as if being pulled by invisible hands. The two parts of the body are glued together again, and all wounds are gradually recovering.
Dick let out a sigh. He was not afraid that the monster in front of him could hurt him. With his current strength, he had no fear of any enemy other than Path to Godhood's opponent.
He knelt down and looked level with the curled-up puppy, his fingertips hesitantly hovering in front of its twitching nose.
When his skin touched the warm coolness, Dick's eyes suddenly spun. When his vision refocused, he saw his claws covered with mud, and the putrid smell rushed straight into his nose.
At this time, he felt like he was running involuntarily, and his heart almost jumped out of his chest.
He didn't understand why his vision became so weird, but...
Every hair was transmitting the biting pain of the cold wind, and the stomach was cramping as if it was being pinched. This body had not eaten for at least three days.
Children shouted from behind, "Don't let that stray dog go!"
He glanced back and saw a group of children chasing him with wooden sticks.
Dick suddenly understood that he had turned into that Dalmatian dog.
At this time, a carriage slowly stopped on the main bluestone road ahead.
A pretty little girl opened the car door and picked up the Dalmatian dog, ignoring the mud on the ground, and put her into a warm embrace.
She turned back and said in a childish voice, "Father, I like it, let's take it home."
When the naughty children saw that the Dalmatian had been picked up, they could only yell and disperse.
A well-dressed man wearing leather boots got out of the car.
He said in a gentle voice, "Lily, this is a stray dog, and there are a lot of bacteria on it.
And if you didn't raise it since childhood, it might hurt you."
"No." The little girl shook her head, her plump cheeks swaying, "I don't care, I don't care, father, I just want to raise it."
"Okay, let's take it home.
But let's make a deal first, you can only keep this one pet."
"Father is the best, I knew you would agree."
After the little girl was very happy, she carefully carried the Dalmatian dog to the car.
The carriage moved forward slowly, passed through the city, and headed out of the city.
Dick felt more and more sleepy, and the little girl's arms were so warm that he felt extremely at ease.
He knew that this was what Dalmatian was thinking at that time.
When he opened his eyes again in a daze, he found that his perspective had changed. It was no longer the first perspective of the Dalmatian, but he could overlook the entire textile factory.
The Dalmatian quickly integrated into his new home, shaking his tail vigorously every day and playing with the little girl Lily.
The little master even gave it a name, "Wangwang."
She also begged her father to build a small kennel for it under the stairs on the first floor.
From this point of view, including the gentle mistress, the family of three and this pet live an extremely happy life.
Under the command of the couple, the textile factory is also preparing to start operation in an orderly manner.
But soon, a group of people whose faces were obscured by the fog broke in, breaking this peaceful and peaceful life.
One day, they broke into a textile factory at night.
The Dalmatian made a childish "ouch" sound and ran towards the intruder, but bounced back at a faster speed and rolled down the corridor.
A man with a big belly kicked it away, his tone as fierce as his movements:
"Damn scoundrel, how dare you bite me!"
The shiny leather shoes ran over the puppy's twitching abdomen, and with the sound of the leather breaking against the ribs, warm air surged out from the corners of its cracked mouth, white steam rising from the pool of blood.
The picture shattered and condensed, and Dick found that there was no one around. There were no Dalmatians, monsters, or villains.
There was only a yellowed letter at his feet. The jagged cracks on the edges showed that the page had been violently torn from a notebook.
Dick picked up the paper and found that it was a diary, but where the date was recorded there was only a piece of ashes, as if it had been torn and burned.
The handwriting on the diary is extremely neat. The owner must have received higher education in this era:
Today, I, Victor, along with my wife Alice and daughter Lily, finally returned to my hometown after a long absence.
Even though outsiders say that Sarleon's forces are intertwined and the business environment is not optimistic, this is the place where I was born and raised.
During the few years at Oxenfurt University, I studied in depth economic knowledge and Jenny machine manufacturing technology. I am eager to use what I have learned to help the villagers live a better life.
I planned to open a textile factory here to give back to the folks.
After returning to my hometown, I first went to visit my childhood friend, who is now a senior local official.
I could see that my friend was very excited to meet again after a long absence. We sat together and talked about the past.
My friend looked at Alice with slightly complicated eyes.
I know that he once had a relationship with Alice, but in the end his wife chose to stay with me for the rest of her life.
I understand that in the eyes and hearts of my friends, they must sincerely bless me and our family.
Sure enough, before leaving, he said sincerely, "I sincerely wish your family all the best in starting a business in your hometown."
After returning home, I knew that the road ahead might be difficult, but with my family by my side and the blessings of my friends, I was full of courage and confidence.
I want every loom to become a torch that lights up the lives of the villagers, and every female worker can use decent income to buy new clothes for her dolls.
When Alice held my hand tightly and Lily played happily with Wangwang on the side, this scene made me feel extremely happy.
Every day is full of hope and memories, and today is no different. I look forward to tomorrow's challenges.
When Dick finished reading the last sentence, the paper began to curl up and turn black from the edges, and finally slowly turned into ashes, falling to the ground from between the fingers.
When the ashes fell to the ground, they formed the shape of a dog's paw, and a girl could faintly be heard sobbing in her ears:
"Father is lying... there is no tomorrow..."
All the scenery suddenly burst into pieces like broken glass, and then reorganized in an instant. Dick found himself back in the corridor.
Three meters in front of him lay the body of a fat businessman. He had been disemboweled.
Next to the corpse stood a scarred knight and a thoughtful judge.
"Interesting commission?" Dick whispered.
Knight Gom was shouting at the top of his lungs:
"What on earth is going on?
Why did some of us die?
Why did you all disappear just now?"
"Perhaps we entered the challenge set by Monster."
Dick looked at the closed door behind him, "We can't get out anyway, let's continue going upstairs, the game isn't over yet."
Cold sweat oozed from the gaps in Gom's armor, the fingers holding the sword were pale from excessive exertion, and the sword's hilt guard was still stained with foul-smelling coagulated blood.
He just stood there, staring at Dick.
Dick could tell at a glance that he was frightened, so he ignored the two of them and took the lead in stepping up the stairs to the second floor of the textile factory.